My Dinner With Sammy

"A private dinner together after a screening of Brokeback Mountain."

This photo and caption is from MichaelMoore.com.

Apparently Mr. Moore took exception to Chris Matthews -- The Official George W. Bush Testicle Cozy of the 2006 Winter Olympics -- comparing him to Osama Bin Laden.

Now perhaps Mr. Moore could have composed a learned treatise on the subject of false comparisons, or maybe an essay on the why it is corrupting to public discourse in a democracy to make such irresponsible statements.

And then we could all stop what we're doing and wait for the sound of the collective hand-slap-to-the-forehead from the thousands of Republicans to ring across the land. A sound of Enlightenment Thunder from the Neocons, Christopaths and fellow travelers, who make a Big Fat Living off of slander and slime, suddenly epiphanying their asses off and -- leaping from the earmark-encrusted beds of their trollops -- shouting, “Wait a damned minute! It is just plain wrong to make baseless, scurrilous attacks on good men just because I disagree with them. I’m gonna eschew such tactics from now on, and as of this moment I am disavowing Karl Rove and all of his Dark Works!"

Also I’m also gonna lose that persistent 10 pounds I put on over the holidays.”

And then the Hands Across America, “Buy the World a Coke” singing dénouement to years of GOP perfidy will break across the our fair nation, from sea to shining sea.

Sure. That could work. Just ask President Kerry.

But just in case the Party of God is, y’know, being evil on purpose and wagging a righteous tsk-tsking finger at them amounts to pissing upwind into a hurricane, I’m thinking that quick, clear, crystalizing “cheap” shots like this, and taking every opportunity that is presented to us to Fight Back With Knives Out, might not be such a bad hammer to have in the 'ol Plan B toolbox.